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Towards a Scheherazadeian Death

My blog - a stream of consciousness set to words (both prose and poetry) or my experience in EU as an adventure in Role Playing.
I can do both - and probably will, jumping from one to the other.
But when I get to the end - well that will be me finished

And when Thyself with shining foot shall pass
Amongst the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass
And in thy joyous Errand reach the Spot
Where I made one-turn down an empty Glass!

EU My very first experience of a MMORPG with an avatar representing myself, running around, doing stuff, interacting with others both good & bad.
Maybe I will list my advantures & experiences (briefly of course) from then to now

Dawn on Arkadia is beautiful. It makes me think of earth dawns, far back before the time of pollution, global warming, overpopulation and other crimes humans have inflicted upon nature.
The glowing colours of yellow, gold & red – just draw one to the feeling how alike Arkadia & Earth are.
Yet the bursts of violet, magenta & lime green – while surreally beautiful, demonstrate that Arcadian & Earth similarities are very very superficial – Arkadia is in essence an alien
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Orders have just come down – we are to move out in force, to take up positions that will deny the Oratan forces a strategic area, then to go on the offensive and finally remove them from their heartland – the beginning of the end for Oratans in Arkadia.

And, Glory Be, this is where my Slack and his “friend Anny” have fled to – they are cut off and no word has been received – but I will be able to come to them and save them.

I have joined the IFN and am rising rapidly through its ranks. It is considered that I embody everything the IFN stands for.

But there was that irritatingly politically correct IFN psychologist who had another opinion, he questioned my sanity!. He had prepared a confidential report on me & was in the process of forwarding it to IFN High Command.
But would you believe it, evidence pointed to a roving gang of Orotans that somehow burst into his office, battered him to a bloody
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I was dozing again, almost delirious with fatigue. I have been working 22 hours a day gathering life force from Nusuls, who instead of loving the experience objected strongly, kicking and biting at every opportunity

My yellow onesie, instead of being the sexy fashion statement I once thought it was, identified me as one of the lowest of the low, a “stoopid noob” who “neva does nothing rite. Always goin AFK & stoppin us getting
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